A New Year’s Roundup

Why children’s books should be a little sad.*

To-do list.

“…crackling with the kind of raw power that can change the course of a life…”

Noted.

The art of monstrous men.

We need bodice-ripper sex ed.

Au jardin des oliviers.

Numbers 1-19.

In her eyes, I see the revolution.

Still I’ll rise.

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*Of a theme, I guess…

“These autumn days will shorten and grow cold. The leaves will shake loose from the trees and fall. Christmas will come, then the snows of winter. You will live to enjoy the beauty of the frozen world, for you mean a great deal to Zuckerman and he will not harm you, ever. Winter will pass, the days will lengthen, the ice will melt in the pasture pond. The song sparrow will return and sing, the frogs will awake, the warm wind will blow again. All these sights and sounds and smells will be yours to enjoy, Wilbur — this lovely world, these precious days…”
—E. B. White

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